Warning: This story describes consenual oral sex between an underage boy and
girl, and between two underage boys. Why are you reading this if it offends you
or is illegal for you to do so? Stop now. This story is
completely fiction and does not depict any real events. It is just a
story.

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Notes: Technically, this story is a prequel to my story "My Older
Brother – Grounded, Horny, and With a Broken Leg." Read that first or
just read this – just enjoy.
While the previous story was bisexual/incest (although mostly homosexual in content), this particular story isbisexual/young friends. Future stories will bring back the incest plot line (you'll understand as you read).

Chris Harris didn't like to back down from a challenge. He was sitting
in the corner of the huge ballroom with many of the other guys at the
reception. Naturally, they were looking across the room and talking
about the girls there (while the girls were doing the same thing
towards them). All the usual gang from school was there along with
random others.

This was the 23rd bar or bat mitzvah Chris had attended this year – and
he wasn't even Jewish. When you are 13, amazingly popular and hot, you
get invited to most every kids' birthday, bar or bat mitzvah, or any
other party. It was a status symbol to have Christian Harris show up.
Most of the girls in his grade were in love with him – "the hottest guy
in school." Most of the guys were desperate to be his friend and wished
they were him.

Sari Levine's bat mitzvah was one of the final parties of the year. She
was a sweet 13-year-old girl who had begun to develop into a true
hottie in Chris's eyes. At the last couple parties they both attended,
Chris had repeatedly danced with her including quite a bit of "dirty
dancing" that really consisted of dry humping on the dance floor.

Sex was in the air for the burgeoning teenagers. Not that any of the
guys had really done anything about it. A few feel-ups, caresses, and
such was a far as it had gotten for the best of them. But that
afternoon, in the Knoll Valley Country Club ballroom, Chris turned to
his admiring friends, Pete, Wally, Adam, Gus, Chad, and the others, and
boasted that he could get any girl in this room to blow him any time he
wanted.

Chris's closest friends rarely doubted his ability to do anything. And
they often followed him down more and more reckless paths of bad
behavior and poor judgment. When he was caught or things failed, Chris
could avoid serious punishment because of his amazing charm and because
his parents were pretty soft on him. That wasn't true for the rest of
his friends. But no matter the stupidity of the idea – including such
ill-advised plans as super-gluing Johnny Rogers to a toilet seat or the
infamous drilling the hole in the wall to look into the girl's shower –
he could always find a willing accomplice and he rarely said no to a
challenge.

But this time it was just about Chris. The boys rejected his claim.
Even Chris couldn't get a blowjob from any girl here. If he could, why
hadn't he had a blowjob already? The boys dared him to prove his boast – and to do so with the Bat Mitzvah girl herself.

Chris had longed for a blowjob. When hormonal drives kicked in about
when he turned 11, he had been told about blowjobs from a 16-year-old
babysitter. Chris decided that's what he really wanted to do with a
girl. But despite his charm, he had come up empty. Most of the girls
were completely intimidated by Chris's good looks and couldn't even
speak in his presence. The girls he had dated were all so chaste that
just a kiss with tongue seemed like a major accomplishment.

His friend Adam had expressed a similar frustration to Chris one night
while sleeping over at the Harris Home. While Adam wasn't Chris's
closest friend, he was the most adventuresome and a frequent "partner
in crime." Chris had a crazy idea. The two boys watched a porn movie
Chris had downloaded from the internet before getting disappointed with
its poor quality and frustrated by the raging hard-ons in their shorts.
As they commiserated together and tried to figure out which girl they
might get to blow them, Chris turned to his friend and said, "Well,
until then, what do you say we trade favors. One for one."

It took Adam a little bit to understand exactly what Chris meant.
At
first he was shocked. But it was hard to say no to Chris. Somehow, Adam
even agreed to go first. With the porno still playing in the
background, Chris lay back on his bed wearing just his South Park
boxers. Adam, similarly clad, moved between his friend's muscular and
smooth legs. He was still a little confused, but his hormones and his
infatuation with Chris were driving him. He pulled Chris's boxers off
at his command and stared at his friend's mostly hard dick. He had seen
Chris's cock before. The two boys and a few of their other friends
would masturbate while watching dirty movies (or Rated R ones if they
couldn't find a porno). He had even seen Wally reach over and jack a
couple of their friends. He hadn't seen Chris be part of that, but he might
have one of the times Adam wasn't there.

It is one thing to see your friend's hard cock on the other side of the
couch. It is quite another to have it inches from your face. Per
Chris's orders, Adam held the pink uncircumcised snake in his hand.
Adam, being Jewish, was a little afraid of seeing an uncut dick up
close. Moreover, he had found another reason to admire/be envious of
Chris – he now saw that his friend's dick was huge. He asked his friend
how big it was.

"It juts keeps growing. Last time I checked it was over 6" long. But it is bigger since then."

Adam was barely 4.5" and now had a hunger for Chris. He brought his mouth
onto the top of the dick and held it in his lips. Chris looked down at
his friend. Adam's normally wavy hair had grown into a bit of an afro –
or "Jew-fro" as Adam called it – since he hadn't gotten a haircut in 6
months (immediately after his own Bar Mitzvah). Like most of the boys
they knew, he had a completely clean-shaven face with only some peach
fuzz. He was on Chris's soccer team and they were on the same Little
League team for a while. Adam was a good guy, but right now he needed
some guidance.

"You need to move up and down on it, like in the movies. You have to use your tongue and stuff."

Adam was overwhelmed, but he knew making his friend happy was his goal.
After a couple accidental nips with his teeth, as well as a few
episodes of gagging and coughing, Adam figured out what to do. He
started to really get into it as he saw the effect it was having on
Chris. The teen stunner had his eyes closed and was grabbing onto the
sheet with both hands, twisting and pulling it as he writhed with
pleasure.

"Faster!" Chris groaned and Adam complied.

At thirteen, it means you can cum quickly and often, so it wasn't all
that long before Chris hit the boiling point. Neither boy had thought
about the orgasm. In the handful of real pornos they had seen, the guys
always pulled out long before he came and jerked himself off onto her
chest or sometimes her face. Chris never understood that. He could jack
off at home. If he had a girl there, she should do all the work to
bring him off.

"Oh shit!" Chris unleashed the floodgates in Adam's mouth. Remarkably,
the 13-year-old stayed in control as his mouth filled with a sticky
liquid. Adam wasn't afraid of cum. He had tasted his own several times
and had tried to suck his own cock several times, unsuccessfully. He started
swallowing quickly, but let Chris's dick fall out of his mouth. His
hand was on the base, so he kept it in control, but still got a real
faceful.

When Chris stopped shooting, he finally opened his eyes and started
laughed seeing Adam's face a sticky mess. Adam was insulted, but then
joined in the laughter knowing semen was dripping from his nose.

"That was fucking amazing!" Chris offered his thanks. "I don't know if
I have ever cum so much. I need a blowjob from a girl really soon!"

Adam washed his face in the bathroom and returned to find Chris had
restored his underwear. Adam's own hard-on had dropped during the
blowjob, but seeing this young god with his shapely muscles, smooth
skin, light brown hair that now reached his the base of his neck, he
found he was getting hot. This fantasy of most every girl in school was
going to pleasure him.

And Chris was a man of his word. Seating Adam on the edge of the bed,
Chris opted to try the classic "on your knees" approach. He was
intrigued by Adam's cut dick and complimented it's form. Then he dove in.
Chris was a bit jumpy and rough in his methods, and didn't use his
tongue nearly enough, but he did give Adam great pleasure. Adam was too
intimidated to suggest Chris do things differently except for an
occasional "faster" and "harder." Just looking down at who was between
his legs was enough to cause him to shoot. Adam didn't think that this
meant he was gay. Chris was one of those guys everyone loved in some
form.

They still hadn't discussed the ejaculation, so Adam, without any
notice, flooded Chris's mouth. Chris immediately pulled off and aimed
the shooting cock's fluid to the side, but still hitting his own cheek
and shoulder in the process.

"Thanks," Adam gasped as Chris smiled his #1 charming smile.

They cleaned up themselves and the room and, after two hours of video
games, went to sleep. In the morning, Adam blew Chris again. Over the
next couple months, they exchanged blowjobs about once a week, with Adam
sucking Chris about 3x as much as he reciprocated. Chris and Adam later
got Wally, whom Chris thought might actually be gay, to do the same.
Wally was a great cock pleaser. They spoke to no one about it ever. It
became their thirteen-year-old private pleasure. But Chris wanted more.

Chris had made lots of boasts in his life. Some – like his ability
to get a bottle of Jack Daniels and do shots – he accomplished
(although the vomiting and trip to the emergency room for alcohol
poisoning were an painful result). Others – like his
claim that he was friends with Michael Jordan – were proven false. But
because he was the charismatic, popular, adventuresome leader of his
peers,
no one cared. They enjoyed his bravado and his willingness to do
anything, no matter how reckless or the potential trouble that could
come from it.

Chris smiled towards the group of girls across the ballroom, which
caused a flurry of giggling and discussion from them. Now is the time,
he thought to himself. Can't get blown by Adam and Wally all my life. I
need to get the real thing.

With every boy watching in disbelief, Chris waked over directly to
Sari. All the girls hushed in anticipation. The eye of nearly every kid
in the room was on them. Not a single adult was paying them any
attention.

"Hey, Sari. Thanks for inviting me to your Bat Mitzvah." Sari blushed a
little, Her long brown hair, straight and free, tossed from one
shoulder onto the other. "You did a great job with the prayers."

She laughed. "I'll take that as big praise from someone named
Christian. After all these bar mitzvahs, you could probably do one
yourself."

The girls around the table laughed. It was true that even the
non-Jewish kids had started to learn a few Hebrew words from sheer
repetition each week. Chris had 2 or 3 more services to go this year.
What would he do in 8th grade when they didn't have excuses to dress up
nicely and rub against each other on the dance floor? I guess, I'll
just need to start fucking them, he confidently decided. But first
steps first.

Chris dropped his voice, but not so much that the other girls couldn't
hear him. "I need to go soon. I have to babysit Tyler." Tyler was
Chris's 10-year-old brother whom Chris mostly ignored. He didn't have
to be home to babysit Tyler, but was actually grounded, again. This
time his parents had gotten the cable bill and discovered Chris's habit
of authorizing adult pay channels. It wasn't the money, they yelled,
but the principle. He shouldn't be watching that stuff. Oh well, back
to the internet. But using his brother as an excuse hid his grounding
effectively.

"Oh, okay. You aren't going to stay for dessert?" Sari looked sad.

"No, I can't. My little brother is a retard and might burn the house down without me. I doubt he'll ever be of any use to me."

All the girls laughed to show that they were infatuated with his every word.

"Anyway, ummm..." Don't lose focus, he reminded himself. You are Chris
Harris, teenager superstar. "So, ummm...can I talk to you for a few
minutes. By yourself. Is that okay?"

As if the air had been sucked from the room, the girls couldn't believe
his directness and they found it sexy. All the other boys hemmed and
hawed about everything. Chris was showing emotional maturity on top of
his physical maturity – tall, beautiful skin, short light
brown hair (his mom had made him cut it), developing muscles, an amazing smile, and the greenest eyes
anyone had ever seen.

"S...sure," Sari choked out. This was unexpected. "I don't think I am
needed for anything for a bit." Sari looked over to her parents. Dr.
Bob Levine was tossing back another drink and laughing it up with some
of his friends. Sari knew her dad hated having his family in town and
was hiding on the other side of the room behind alcohol and friends. Judge Connie Levine was making
the rounds with a huge smile. She was a beautiful woman in her 40s who
intimidated men with her smarts, her job, and her looks. She saw Sari
looking over and waved before returning to her "schmoozing." They'd
never miss her.

The two 13-year-olds walked out of the Knoll Valley Country Club
ballroom. It was Saturday at 7:20 pm. The service had been that
afternoon as was common at Sari's large synagogue. The party followed
with kids all coming over by bus. Chris's mom was coming to get him at
7:45pm, a heavily negotiated time. The Harrises and the Levines weren't
friends, but Chris's dad and Sari's mom did a lot of legal work
together and were very cordial. Plus, his parents thought Sari was a
wonderful girl, so they reluctantly agreed to let Chris not only attend
the bat mitzvah, but go to the beginning of the party. If he had tried
hard enough, he probably could have gotten them to let him stay to the
end, but the energy wasn't worth it. His parents were quick to punish
and quicker to relent.

"Where are we go...?" Sari asked. Chris grabbed her hand and pulled her
into the big coat room off the lobby. There were few coats in there
because of the warm spring day. Chris also knew that the coat check
girl was currently getting fucked by one of the valets in a back room.
One of the valets was his friend Matt's older brother. Matt's brother
loved to share stories of what the valets did with all the time and all
those cars during the parties. He knew the coat check girl would be
gone until well after his mom came. He had to work fast though.

Pulling her to the back wall, Chris immediately began to kiss her deeply.

"Chris, wait...what..."

"Sari you look so hot tonight. Even hotter than usual. Your clothes,
your hair. I am so turned on by you. I have been resisting all night,
but you have made me so hot. I can't stand it. I have to kiss you."

Sari opened her eyes wide. She knew she was a pretty girl, but for
Chris to say so directly was unheard of among her friends. Chris
continued to kiss her neck, her cheeks, her neck, and mouth. He
inserted his tongue and Sari, going with the moment, responded. They
swapped spit for a few minutes before Chris knew he had to push forward.

He pulled back from her. "Shit!"

"What is it?" There was deep concern in her voice. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, baby. The opposite. Your kisses make me on fire. I thought had it
under control, but now I am...well, I'll need to go off to the bathroom
and take care of things. I can't believe I said that."

"What do you mean?" Sari had never been farther with a boy than letting him feel her breasts over the bra.

"I can't tell you."

"No, what is it?" Sari pleaded.

Chris offered a sigh to imply his reluctance to speak. "I've got a
boner. A really hard-one. And I need to relieve the pressure because it
hurts so much."

Sari eyebrows showed she didn't quite understand even as her cheeks
began to red in embarrassment. She had an older and a younger brother,
but they didn't talk about such things.

Chris grabbed her hand. "I'll show you." He pulled her hand onto the
bulge in the front of his pants. She felt something hard as a rock and
quickly pulled back her hand as realized exactly what it was.

"I don't know if I've ever been this hard before. I guess you
have that effect on me. I need to find a bathroom." He paused for
dramatic effect. "Oh, damn."

"What?"

"I can't go into the lobby like this. Everyone will see. They'll arrest
me for being a pervert." While most boys are terrified their erections
will obvious to the word, in his thin dress pants, Chris's big cock was noticeable, especially the way Chris was
holding his pants to heighten the effect.

"Can't you just make it go down?" Sari sounded concerned.

Chris laughed as he glanced at his watch. It was 7:37pm. It was now or never.

"No, Sari. It needs help. You had health this year. Either I have to do
it or someone else or it will never go down." Chris wondered if she'd
buy that crap. "But I can't do it here. I'd make a mess."

"A mess? Oh." Health class and the big diagram of the penis suddenly
flashed in her mind. She remembered about erections and ejaculation and
masturbation.

"And my mom will be here soon. Fuck."

Sari felt terrible. "Well, can I do anything?"

"You already helped make it so big!" He praised her again. "I know I'd
like that, Sari. But whether you touch it or I do, it'll still make a
mess in here. Unless..."

"What?"

Chris had to move fast not only because his mom was coming, but to keep
Sari from thinking of more logical solutions – like putting a coat in front of him as
he walked through the lobby or getting Chris some toilet paper from the
bathroom. "I mean, I know one way. What if you...well...you probably won't
want to, but...well, it actually would solve the whole problem."

"What?"

"I mean it's a little crazy, but you could swallow it. Then they'd be
no mess. It doesn't taste bad. I actually tried some of mine once. I
can't believe I told you that!" Chris remembered his dad telling him
that when you lie, put in a little truth and make it a little
embarrassing. It makes it more believable.

"Swallow it?" Once again she remembered health class and her complete
embarrassment as the gym coach described various sexual actions
including mutual masturbation and blowjobs.

"Now girls," their female coach had confided in the all-female class.
"Boys are going to want you to suck on the penises. Fellatio it is
called, but they will always call it a blowjob. There is no blowing
involved. It is all sucking. Boys love blowjobs and it is a good
way to not have to have sex with every guy you date. Boys will beg for
them and love any girl who gives him one. And they love it the most
when you swallow. That's not always such a good health practice and you
should do what you think best. But if you want to win a boy over..."
She looked over her shoulder as if to see if someone else was
listening. The coach regularly shared inappropriate sexual tips with
the girls. "If you want him to be yours, give him a blowjob and swallow
his load."

Sari looked into the giant green eyes of the tall, sexy boy in front of
her. She had begun touching herself in the bathtub while thinking of
Chris. It had always been pretty vague in her fantasy other than they
were both topless and lying next to each other. She couldn't imagine
how awesome it'd be to be his girlfriend. Would doing this make that
happen? She wasn't thinking 100% clearly, either. Chris didn't know it,
but Sari had two shots in her - a tradition her friends had developed
at previous bat mitzvahs. She only made it halfway through the second
one, but her usual sharp mind and conservative approach were both
shaky. She was feeling dangerous and the need to be rebellious.

"Will that solve the problem?" She asked hopingly.

"Absolutely." Chris was amazed. This was going to work.

"What do I do?" she asked.

Chris remembered his first time being sucked by Adam and then his
sucking of him. He knew it was a little scary and he'd need to quickly
help her through it.

"This is my first time too doing this," he said. Well, that was a
half-truth. It was his first time doing it with a girl. "But I think I
take my...take it out of my pants and you come over and get on your knees
and..."

Sari interrupted him by walking up close, grabbing front of his pants
and undoing them. She let them drop to his ankles. She looked at his
boxer-brief underwear. The bulge pushing out seemed huge to her. But
she was ready. Dropping to her knees in her pink party dress, Sari
grabbed the elastic of the FTLs and pulled them over his erection
letting them also drop to the floor.

Chris's dick stood straight out. As Sari stared at it, she pulled back
a little. While she didn't have any experience sexually, she had
babysat a lot as well as helped out with her little brother Justin. The
dick before her, while obviously much larger in size, was also
uncircumcised. She had never seen one except in a brief slide in health
class.

She moved her head in closer and heard Chris whisper, "Please. Oh,
please suck it, Sari. I'm dying. I like you so much. Please help me
out."

And so she did. Opening her mouth, she covered his cock head and tried to take the shaft in, but immediately gagged.

"Don't take too much," he advised, remembering Adam's overeagerness in
his first blowjob. "Just use your tongue a lot and lick and suck and
watch the teeth."

Over the coming years, Sari's boyfriends would note her great skill
in blowjobs. She developed a reputation as the girl who gave the best
head – "Sucking Sari" she was called in high school and college.
Whether it was this very early beginning, a gentle teacher, or natural
instinct, Sari learned quickly on the spot.

"Oh!" Chris gasped. The wave of pleasure was unlike his sensations with Adam and Wally. This was much better.

She pulled off to see if she had hurt him, but he begged her to keep
going. Time was ticking and he really did need to cum. Keeping his dick
hard these past minutes while not touching it had taken some
concentration, but had gotten him legitimately hot. He wasn't worried
it'd take him too long. Having gotten used to jacking off five times a
day (when Adam or Wally didn't suck him), he would shoot quickly. Chris
hadn't yet learned the value of delaying his orgasm or prolonging
sexual action. After three minutes of saliva, mouth, and tongue bathing
his member, he knew he was close. Sari was kind of enjoying it. The
physical motion was strange, and the taste was weird. But hearing this
stunning boy moan and grunt because of what she was doing actually made
her wet.

"I'm going to cum. Get ready Sari."

He grabbed her head to keep her from pulling off and getting his
splooge on her – they didn't need a Monica Lewinsky dress – and he felt
the release he so desperately needed.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" he shouted too loudly. Sari held the liquid in her mouth,
but realized she needed to swallow it. The taste wasn't good or bad. It
just was slimy. "Is semen kosher?" she thought as she gulped down the
repeated loads. "Even if it is, Christian Harris's semen isn't," she
joked to herself. Hearing Chris's heavy breathing and groaning, she
decided blowjobs gave her the upper-hand with boys. They were an
equalizer of sorts. It gave her power.

With his dick still in her mouth and his hands still holding her head, he grunted, "That was fucking amazing, Sari. You..."

"What the hell are you doing!" The adult female voice shattered the
post-orgasmic bliss. Judge Connie Levine had gone looking for Sari as
they wanted to do the candlelighting ceremony. Her friends just said
she went to the bathroom, but when Abby Harris, Chris's mother, showed
up unable to find her son, the two moms went hunting. It was Judge
Levine who found them. The tall teenage boy with his tight hairless
ass was her first sight – naked from the waist to the pile of clothes
at his ankles. As she rushed in, she discovered her precious little
baby on her knees in her very-expensive designer dress. She had his
penis in her mouth and he seemed to forcing her head to stay there.
Some semen was dripping out of the corner of her mouth.

Sari jumped up and wiped her mouth at the same time. Chris staggered backward and started to pull up his underwear and pants.

"Mom, I just..." Sari stammered.

She looked at Chris. "On her bat mitzvah, you rape my daughter? You force yourself on her. I will see you..."

Chris was never intimidated by adults nor did he lose his cool when
found in the midst of bad behavior. Not even when he was found by an
angry Jewish mom who was also a criminal judge. "I didn't force her. It
was...mutual."

Sari spoke up. She knew she was in huge trouble, but she wanted to
protect Chris from harm. She wanted him to still want to be her
boyfriend. Plus, her mom was wrong. "It's true, Mom. I wanted to..."

Putting the issue on consensuality aside, Judge Levine now looked at
her daughter. "You get to the bathroom and clean yourself up. I can't
believe you are being such a child today of all days! A child!"

"Excuse me, I don't think that's fair, Judge Levine," Chris knew he was
in trouble, so speaking his mind wouldn't make it worse. "I know I am
not Jewish, but I thought Sari's Bat Mitzvah now made her a woman. A
woman who could make he own choices. She made a choice. A choice I am
glad about." He looked over to her as she blushed. "She wasn't being a
child, but a young woman, doing womanly things."

"You will be sorry about this you impertinent little pervert. Now get
the hell out," the Judge coldly responded. She grabbed her daughter by
the arm and yanked her out. Sari looked over her shoulder at Chris and
gave him a hopeful smile.

Chris beamed. They'd both be in trouble, but who cared? He had done it.
Gotten his first blowjob from a girl. From the Bat Mitzvah girl even,
And all he had to do was praise her and ask her. Leaving the coat
closet, he found many of the kids standing around the lobby looking at
him. They whispered back and forth. Apparently everyone had discovered
what had happened. Chris walked up to his male friends and simply said, "Told you."

He then felt the hand on his neck. It was his mother. She did not look
happy. "Connie told me everything. Christian Scott Harris, you have
really done it now. Get a good look at your friends cause you won't be
seeing them until college." He knew the threat was idle. A little time,
an apology, a smile, and some charm would reduce the punishment down to
something inconsequential. His mom dragged him off to the car. He
looked at his watch. It was 8:03pm.

The next day, following church, Chris served his grounding for the
blowjob. He had convinced his parents that part of the blame was theirs
for not talking to him about sex clearly enough. He didn't know what
was appropriate. He was just having some fun. Why was it wrong? Easily
guilt ridden, his liberal trying-too-hard parents reduced any
punishment to simply making him stay home on Sunday. They forgot that
he had already been grounded for this Sunday for the porn cable
channels.

Around 4pm, he heard a tap on his second story bedroom window. It was
Adam. Chris opened the window and let his friend in. It was pretty
common for friends to slip in and out of his room through the window.
He couldn't understand how his parents hadn't figured that out.

"I want to hear everything!" Adam gushed. Chris complied, happy to
share every last detail of his conquest, and even embellishing it with
some extras.

When he finished the story, Adam meekly asked. "So she was better than me?"

"Shut up, you fag! Yeah, she was better. But what do you care? Now that
we know the girls will do it, we don't have to do it anymore. We can
get them to."

"Do you really think they will all start blowing us because Sari did?"

"No." Chris paused to consider. "They will blow only the very good
looking guys, so that's just me." Adam laughed and Chris continued.
"But I bet now that one girl has finally done it, it'll be easier for
another girl to take the step. You know how they all follow each other
on clothes, makeup, and so on. When the boys of our grade start getting
sucked earlier than their older brothers did, I should be honored. They
should erect a statue in my honor."

Adam didn't need his friend's self-glorifying philosophy. "If they did put up a statue, I am sure it would be erect."

They laughed again and then it grew deadly quiet.

"That story made me hot. Are you?" Adam meekly asked.

"Yeah, I'm sporting," Chris admitted.

"Do you want me to ...?" Adam asked.

"Yeah, I do," Chris was looking at the floor, a little embarrassed to
say yes after his previous statements, but still a boy with a hard-on
just can't say no.

"But you have to do me too..." Adam insisted. Chris said nothing.

Their pattern at this point was predictable. Chris sat on a couch or
the edge of the bed. Adam helped pull off his friend's pants, rubbed
and the licked the already hard cock over his underwear, pulled out the
throbbing hard-on, engulfed it with his mouth, and pleasured Chris.
Usually this would continue for just a few minutes before the young
teen unleashed into Adam's mouth. Adam knew how much Chris liked it
when he swallowed, so he always did in hoping Chris would return the
favor.

This time, Chris wanted something different. He lay Adam on his bed and
told him to strip. Soon both boys were naked and sporting full wood.
Chris sat over Adam's chest and brought his dick down towards Adam's
face, feeding it to the prone boy. From the position, Chris controlled
the tempo and depth of the sex, moving his dick slowly in and out of
Adam's mouth, making this time last much longer. Chris had decided that
now that he could get a girl to suck him, this would be his last time
with Adam and he wanted to make it last.

"Tell me it again," Adam gasped out as Chris pulled out again. So Chris
repeated the best details of the blowjob to his suck buddy. Adam was
busy stroking his own cock as he imagined being on both ends of the
story.

"Let's try something different," Chris told the disappointed
13-year-old who was stroking his own cock with vigor. He pulled up and
had Adam roll onto his side with Chris behind him. Adam was confused.
If Chris was behind him, how could he suck him?

Adam's eyes nearly popped out when he felt Chris's cock pushing against
his asscheeks. "What the fuck are you doing?!" he shouted as he pushed
his friend off him.

Chris punched Adam hard in the arm. They had always avoided labeling
their experiences together. Plus, Chris knew Adam's uncle was gay and
that the boy was very open and accepting of homosexuality, so his
statement was reactionary and hateful.

Adam gave the all-forgiving nod of a friend. They awkwardly stood there
facing each other. Then they heard a small knock on the door.

"Chris?" his 10-year-old brother Tyler called from outside. "Are you okay? I heard shouting?"

"I'm fine Ty," Chris responded. Tyler was an okay kid, but he was
simply a kid and Chris didn't need him to slow down his life. "Leave me
alone, please."

"What are you doing? Can I help?" Tyler continued to live for his brother's approval and embrace.

The two teens laughed as quietly as they could. "No, I don't think you can help. At least not now. I'll see you at dinner."

Laughing and giggling, Adam and Chris fell onto the bed. A small
shoving matching turned into a tickle-fest. They were rolling on top
and around of each other, completely ignoring their naked forms and
renewed hard-ons, until Chris's hand brushed directly across Adam's
dick.

They paused for a moment. This was going to be their last one, even
though Adam didn't know it. Chris knew how to make it special. He
flipped his head so that they were lying opposite each other head
facing crotch. Chris grabbed the 5" before him and swallowed it into
his mouth.

Adam was stunned. Chris had never sucked him until after Adam had gone
first. And sometimes Adam had to go a second time. Chris's own bigger
cock was bouncing in front of his face. Adam, not always the quickest
on the draw, understood this time and equally swallowed Chris's dick.

Lying on the bed, 69ing, they sucked with energy. They had never gone
simultaneously, although it seemed now like such an obvious position.
The angle was slightly awkward for both, especially with Chris being much taller, and they had difficulty fully
concentrating on what their mouth needed to do as they felt the surges
of pleasure coming from down below.

Adam shot first. With Chris's cock in his mouth, he couldn't offer more
than a garbled "m cmng!" Chris held firm as he felt the sticky
stuff run over his tongue. A week earlier, Chris had finally tried to
suck himself. Although he came close, he did shoot off directly into
his own mouth and tried swallowing it. He had been honest with Sari about that. He could live with it. So
he gave Adam an exciting send off by swallowing it all.

Adam paused from his attentions to Chris as he enjoyed for the first
time what it was like to have someone take you in their mouth from
start to finish. He had begged Chris to do so in the past, just as he
usually did for Chris. When he finished shooting, Chris still had his
quickly softening dick in his mouth, so Adam returned to hard-on poking
him in the nose.

They rolled 90 degrees and Chris finally let Adam's penis drop. Now,
with Adam on top, he fully invested himself in making his friend cum.
Adam was very familiar with the warning signs and how to swallow the
spunk of his teen idol quickly and without choking anymore. He'd help
educate many future partners in that art.

"Oh shit!" Chris grunted and his hips started bucking upwards. Adam
intensified the pressure from his mouth and drained the other teen dry.
For the first time, Chris started to realize why you shouldn't just cum
as quickly as possible.

They lay on the bed next to each other for a while. Eventually, Tyler
knocked on the door announcing dinner, so they quickly dressed and Adam
departed out of the window saying only, "See you in school tomorrow."

That was the last blowjob Chris gave to or received from a guy. At least,
until the summer before his senior year, but that's a different story.

He never went out with Sari again. Chris was encouraged to skip the
last few bar and bat mitzvahs of the year knowing it made the other
kids' parents uncomfortable. His reputation among the adults needed a
few months to be salvaged. Sari was banned from seeing Chris ever and
took out her anger on her parents by sucking off their 17-year-old
Hispanic pool boy that summer, later fucking him and two of his
friends.

While Adam and Wally continued to occasionally pleasure each other,
neither enjoyed it as much without Chris. That fall, Adam's little
brother Greg started telling people that Chris and Adam were "gay
together." He had seen them once, naked, wrestling on Adam's bed and
the stroking each other. For several months Greg spread the rumor
around the fifth grade until Adam heard about it and kicked the crap
out of him, blacking a eye, breaking one of his fingers, and knocking
out a tooth. Greg told his parents he had fallen down a flight of
stairs, fearful of a second beating. Chris did nothing at first, but as
he left Robinson Middle School for High School and Greg began 6th
grade, he effectively had the boy socially ostracized through rumor and
innuendo. The story that Greg was having sex with his dog wasn't even
one Chris has started, but showed how community gossip can get out of
control if people want to believe the worst. Greg was so isolated that
he had to switch to a private school for 7th grade.

That same community gossip had elevated Chris to super-stud status among his peers.
Rather than being shunned for his actions with Sari, the boys all
hero-worshipped him even more than they had. The girls all wanted to be
with him – the great looking, sexy rebel. As he had predicted, girls in
his class began blowing the other boys much earlier in life than they
might have. Chris began his sexually journey that took him into the
mouths, vaginas, and asses of many of the hottest teen girls in their
town (amd maybe a few of the boys later on). One blowjob at a bat mitzvah and he had found his major interest
in life. He immediately started working on perfecting it.

Postscript:
Thirty years later, 13-year-old Miri Weissman celebrated her bat
mitzvah. Her proud mother, Sari Levine-Weissman, watched with pride as
her little girl started to celebrate becoming a woman. The bat mitzvah
girl's grandmother, Judge Connie Levine, had passed away from breast
cancer a decade earlier, but as she stood at the party, watching her
little girl dance with some of the boys like she was a young woman,
Sari understood a little better her mother's anger at her own party.
Sari smiled, though, with the memories of Christian Harris standing in
front of her as she sucked him from her knees in her pink dress.

Sari grabbed her husband Dr. Ari Weissman's hand as they looked at the young woman they had raised.

"The candle lighting is next, right?" she whispered knowingly to the
cardiologist she loved. "That means we have about 20 minutes?"

"Sure. Why?" he asked.

"That should be plenty of time. Come with me to the coat closet.
There's one more bat mitzvah tradition I have that we need to take care
of."

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